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UNIVERSITY  OF  CALIFORNIA 
LIBRARY 

LOS  ANGELES.  CALIF. 


PICTURE  STUDY 
IN   ELEMENTARY   SCHOOLS 


PUPIL'S    BOOK   I 
FOR   PRIMARY    GRADES 


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MUTlIl:.lt    AND    CHILD. 


FLDAGOCSCAL  WIUSSUWl, 

STATE  NOruvlAL  SCHOOL, 

LOS  ANGELES,  CAti 

PICTURE   STUDY 


ELEMENTARY  SCHOOLS 

NOT  TO  BE  TAKEN  FROM  TH£R00I4> 


BY 


L.   L.  W.  WILSON,  Ph.D. 

AUTHOR   OF   "picture   STUDY    IN    ELEMENTARY   SCHOOLS:    A   MANUAL" 
"nature   STUDY   IN    ELEMENTARY   SCHOOLS,"    ETC. 


PUPIL'S  BOOK  I 
FOR  PRIMARY  GRADES 


THE   MACMILLAN   COMPANY 

LONDON :  MACMILLAN  &  CO.,  Ltd. 
1900 

All  rights  reserve 

^(5V  1906 


COPYBIGHT,  1900, 

bt  the  macmillan  company. 


XotiwooD  49rt88 

J.  S.  Cuiliing  *  Co.  -  Berwick  a  Smith 

Norwood  M»*-  U.S.A. 


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LIST   OF   ILLUSTRATIONS 


SEPTEMBER  (Home  and  School). 


Mother  and  Ciiild 

.     Mme.  Le  Brun   . 

iv 

Cat  Family 

.     Adam 

5 

Girl  with  Cat 

.     Hoecker 

7 

Primary  School  in  Brittany      Geoffroy     . 

9 

September  . 

Ziiher 

11 

OCTOBER  (Nature). 

The  Hay  Harvest 

Bastien-Lepage  . 

15 

Return  to  the  Farm     . 

Troyon 

17 

Harvest  Time 

L'  Hermitte 

19 

The  Balloon 

Dupre 

21 

Shepherdess  Knitting . 

.     Millet 

23 

NOVEMBER  (Preparat 

[ON  FOR  Winter  and 

Thanksgiving)  . 

Brittany  Sheep    . 

Bosa  Bonheur 

27 

The  Shepherdess 

Lerolle 

29 

The  Spinner 

.      Maes. 

31 

tEsop 

Velasquez   . 

33 

Pilgrim  Exiles     . 

.     Boughton    , 

35 

DECEMBER  (Christmas). 

PAOK 

Arrival  of  the  Shepherds     . 

Lerolle 

41 

Holy  Night         .         ... 

Correggio    . 

43 

Madonna  and  Child     . 

Dagnan-Bouveret 

45 

Madonna  of  the  Louvre 

Botticelli    . 

47 

Holy  Family 

Murillo 

49 

JANUARY  (The  Old  Masters). 

Angel          .... 

Bellini 

53 

Madonna  of  the  Chair 

Raphael 

55 

Madonna  of  the  Sack  . 

Andrea  del  Sarto 

57 

Diogenes   in    Search   of    ai 

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Honest  Man  . 

Salvator  Rosa 

59 

Prince  Balthasar 

Velasquez  . 

61 

FEBRUARY  (The  Old  Masters  —  continued). 

Portrait  of  an  Old  Woman 

Rembrandt 

65 

Portrait  of  Himself     . 

Rubens 

67 

Baby  Stuart 

.     Van  Dyck  . 

69 

Penelope  Boothby 

Reynolds     . 

.       71 

Feediner  her  Birds 

.     Millet 

.       73 

MARCH  (Modern  Masters) 

The        Shepherd's        Chief 

Mourner 
Queen  Louise '     . 
Jeanne  D'Arc 
The  Meeting 
A  Mother's  Care 


.     Landseer    . 

11 

Riehter 

79 

.      Bnstien  -Lepage 

81 

.     Bashkirtsejf 

83 

.     Israels 

.       85 

APRIL  (Nature), 


Lake  at  Ville  D'Avray 

Corot 

.       89 

The  Willows 

Corot 

.       91 

Dedham  Mill,  Essex    . 

Constable    . 

.       93 

Feeding  the  Hens 

Millet 

.       95 

Spring 

Diaz  . 

.       97 

MAY  (Nature). 


Li  the  Open  Conntry  . 

BuprS 

.     101 

Woman  Churning 

Millet 

.     103 

Song  of  the  Lark 

Breton 

.     105 

A  Helping  Hand 

Renouf 

.     107 

The  Young  Bull 

Potter 

.     109 

JUNE  (Vacation  Days  in  Other  Lands) 

Algeria  :  Arab  at  Prayer 
Africa :  A  Kabyl 
Japan :  hi  the  Uyeno  Park 
Italy:  A  Street  Scene 
Spain  :  The  Melon  Eaters    . 


Fortuny 

.     113 

Schreyer     . 

.     115 

Ontamaro  . 

.     117 

Passim 

.     119 

Murillo 

.     121 

SEPTEMBER 


What  intenseness  of  desire 
In  her  upward  eye  of  fire ! 
With  a  tiger-leap,  half-way 
Now  she  meets  the  coming  prey, 
Lets  it  go  as  fast,  and  then 
Has  it  in  her  power  again  : 
Now  she  works  with  tliree  or  four, 
Like  an  Indian  conjuror ; 
Quick  as  he  in  feats  of  art, 
Far  beyond  in  joy  of  heart. 

—  Wordsworth. 


What  would  little  Tabby  care 
For  the  plaudits  of  the  crowd  ? 
Over-happy  to  be  proud, 
Over-wealthy  iu  the  treasure 
Of  her  own  exceeding  pleasure. 

— WoKDswourir. 


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G11{L    WITH    OAT. 


Far  from  the  madding  crowd's  ignoble  strife, 
Their  sober  wishes  never  learned  to  stray ; 

Along  the  cool  sequestered  vale  of  life 

They  kept  the  noiseless  tenor  of  their  way. 


-Gray. 


THE   BRAVE   OLD  OAK 

A  SONG  to  the  oak,  the  brave  old  oak, 

Who  hath  ruled  in  the  greenwood  long ; 

Here's  health  and  renown  to  his  broad  green  crown, 

And  his  fifty  arms  so  strong. 

There's  fear  in  his  frown  when  the  sun  goes  down. 

And  the  fire  in  the  west  fades  out ; 

And  he  showeth  his  might  on  a  wild  midnight. 

When  the  storms  through  his  branches  shout. 

H.     F.     CllORl.KV. 


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OCTOBER 


Come  to  the  sunset  tree  ! 
The  day  is  past  and  gone ; 
The  woodman's  axe  lies  free 
And  the  reaper's  work  is  done. 


Felicia  Hkmams. 


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FOLDING  THE   FLOCKS 

Shepherds  all  and  maidens  fair, 

Fold  your  flocks  up ;  for  the  air 

Begins  to  thicken,  and  the  sun 

Already  his  great  course  hath  run. 

See  the  dewdrops,  how  they  kiss 

Every  little  flower  that  is  ; 

Hanging  on  their  velvet  heads, 

Like  a  string  of  crystal  beads. 

****** 

Now,  good  night!  may  sweetest  slumbers 

And  soft  silence  fall  in  numbers 

On  your  eyelids.     So  farewell : 

Thus  I  end  my  evening  knell. 

—  Beaumont  and  Fletcher. 


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On,  the  shouting  Harvest-weeks  ! 

Mother  Earth  grown  fat  with  sheaves ; 
Thrifty  gleaner  finds  who  seeks ; 

Russet-golden  pomp  of  leaves 
Crowns  the  woods,  to  fall  at  length ; 

Bracing  winds  are  felt  to  stir, 
Ocean  gathers  up  her  strength. 

Beasts  renew  their  dwindled  fur. 

—  Christina  G.   Kossktti. 


18 


All  wise  work  is  threefold  in  character.     It  is 
honest,  useful,  and  cheerful. 


■John  Ruskin. 


20 


THE    BALLOON. 


RULE   OF   LIFE 

Like  the  star 

That  shines  afar, 

Without  haste 

And  without  rest, 
Let  each  man  wheel  with  steady  sway 
Round  the  task  that  rules  the  day, 

And  do  his  best ! 

—  Goethe. 


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l^OYEMBER 


THE   LAMB 

Little  Lamb,  who  made  thee  ? 

Dost  thou  know  who  made  thee  ? 

Gave  thee  life  and  bade  thee  feed 

By  the  stream  and  o'er  the  mead  ? 

Gave  thee  clothmg  of  delight,  — 

Softest  clothing,  —  woolly,  bright  ? 

Gave  thee  such  a  tender  voice, 

Making  all  the  vales  rejoice  ? 
Little  Lamb,  who  made  thee. 
Dost  thou  know  who  made  thee  ? 

Little  Lamb,  I'll  tell  thee. 
Little  Lamb,  I'll  tell  thee  — 
He  is  called  by  thy  name. 
For  He  calls  Himself  a  Lamb :  — 
He  is  meek  and  He  is  mild ; 
He  became  a  little  child  ; 
I,  a  child,  and  thou,  a  lamb. 
We  are  called  by  His  name  — 

Little  Lamb,  God  bles-s  thee ! 

Little  Lamb,  God  bless  thee ! 

—  William  Blake. 


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THE  SHEPHERD 

How  sweet  is  the  shepherd's  sweet  lot ! 
From  the  morn  to  the  evening  he  strays ; 
He  shall  follow  his  sheep  all  the  day, 
And  his  tongue  shall  be  filled  with  praise. 

For  he  hears  the  lambs'  innocent  call, 
And  he  hears  the  ewes'  tender  reply ; 
He  is  watchful,  while  they  are  in  peace, 
For  they  know  that  their  shepherd  is  nigh. 

—  William  Blake. 


28 


THE  SPINNER 

Twinkle,  twinkle,  pretty  spindle, 
Let  the  white  wool  drift  and  dwindle ; 
Oh  !  we  weave  a  damask  doublet 

For  my  lover's  coat  of  steel. 
Hark  !  the  timid  turning  treadle, 
Crooning  soft  old-fashioned  ditties 
To  the  low  slow  murmur 

Of  the  brown  round  wheel. 

—  O'DONNELL. 


SO 


THK    SPINXER. 


Good  thoughts  his  only  friend, 
His  wealth  a  well-spent  age, 

The  earth  his  sober  inn 
And  quiet  pilgrimage. 


•  Campion. 


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A   PILGRIM 

Who  would  true  valor  see 

Let  him  come  hither  ! 
One  here  will  constant  be, 

Come  wind,  come  weather : 
There's  no  discouragement 
Shall  make  him  once  relent 
His  iirst^avow'd  intent 
To  be  a  Pilgrim. 

Whoso  beset  him  round 
With  dismal  stories, 

Do  but  themselves  confound  ; 
His  strength  the  man  is. 

No  lion  can  him  fright; 

He'll  with  a  giant  fight ; 

But  he  will  have  a  risrht 


To  be  a  Pilgrim. 


—  Bun  TAN. 


34 


DEOEMBEE 


SI  ^  I 


DECEMBER 

(Christmas) 

It  is  good  to  be  children  sometimes,  and  never 
better  than  at  Christmas,  when  its  mighty  Founder 
was  a  Child  Himself. 

DiCKEXS. 


39 


And  there  were  in  the  same  country  Shepherds 
abiding  in  the  field,  keeping  watch  over  their  flocks 
by  night.  And,  lo,  the  Angel  of  the  Lord  came 
upon  them,  and  the  glory  of  the  Lord  shone  round 
about  them :  and  they  were  sore  afraid.  And  the 
Angel  said  unto  them.  Fear  not,  for  behold  I 
bring  you  good  tidings  of  great  joy,  which  shall  be 
to  all  people. 

For  unto  you  is  born  this  day,  in  the  city  of 
David,  a  Saviour  which  is  Christ  the  Lord.  And 
this  shall  be  a  sign  unto  you;  Ye  shall  find  the 
babe  wrapped  in  swaddling  clothes,  lying  in  a  man- 
ger. And  suddenly  there  was  with  the  Angel  a 
multitude  of  the  heavenly  host  praising  God  and 
saying.  Glory  to  God  in  the  highest,  and  on  earth 
peace,  good  will  toward  men. 

And  it  came  to  pass,  as  the  angels  were  gone 
away  from  them  into  heaven,  the  shepherds  said 
one  to  another,  Let  us  now  go  even  unto  Bethle- 
hem, and  see  this  thing  which  the  Lord  hath  made 
known  unto  us. 

And  they  came  with  haste,  and  found  Mary  and 
Joseph,  and  the  babe  lying  in  a  manger. 

—  From  "  The  Gospel  according  to  St.  Luke^ 
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A  CHRISTMAS   CAROL 

As  Joseph  was  a-walking, 

He  heard  an  angel  sing, 
"  This  night  shall  be  the  birth-time 

Of  Christ,  the  heavenly  king. 

"  He  neither  shall  be  born 

In  housen  nor  in  hall 
Nor  in  the  place  of  paradise, 

But,  in  an  ox's  stall. 

"  He  neither  shall  be  rocked 

In  silver  nor  in  gold, 
But,  in  a  wooden  manger 

That  resteth  in  the  mould." 

Then  be  ye  glad,  good  people, 
This  night,  of  all  the  year, 

And  light  ye  up  your  candles 
For  his  star  it  shineth  clear. 


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HOLY    NIGHT. 


A  MOTiiKR  is  a  mother  still, 
The  holiest  thing  alive. 


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MADONNA    AND    CHILD. 


CHRISTMAS 

God  rest  ye,  merry  gentlemen !  let   nothing  you 

dismay, 
For    Jesus    Christ,   our    Saviour,   was    born    on 

Christmas  Day. 

The  dawn  rose  red  o'er  Bethlehem,  the  stars  shone 

through  the  gray, 
When   Jesus   Christ,    our   Saviour,   was   born  on 

Christmas  Day. 

God    rest   ye,   little    children ;    let    nothing    you 

affright, 
For   Jesus   Christ,  your   Saviour,   was   born   this 

happy  night. 

•  — Old  Cakol. 


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THE    MAI>ONNA    OF    THK    LOUVRE, 


And  the  child  grew  and  waxed  strong,  filled 
with  wisdom :  and  the  grace  of  God  was  upon 
him. 

—  St.  Litke. 


48 


THE    HOLY    FAMILY. 


JAIsTUARY 

(The  Old  Masters) 


Sleep,  little  Baby,  sleep ; 

The  holy  Angels  love  thee, 
And  guard  tliy  bed,  and  keep 

A  blessed  watch  above  thee. 

No  spirit  can  come  near 

Nor  evil  heart  to  harm  thee ; 

Sleep,  sweet,  devoid  of  fear. 

Where  nothing  need  alarm  thee. 

—  Chbistixa  G.  Rossettl 


62 


AN    ANGEL. 


Ah  !  knew'st  thou  of  the  end,  when  first 
That  Babe  was  on  thy  bosom  nnrs'd  ? 
Or  wlien  He  tottered  round  thy  knee, 
Did  thy  great  sorrow  dawn  on  thee  ? 

ROSSETTI. 


64 


MADONNA    OF    THE    CHAIR. 


Raphael. 


Lord,  thou  hast  given  me  a  cell 

Wherein  to  dwell ; 
A  little  house,  whose  humble  roof 

Is  weather  proof ; 
Under  the  spans  of  which  I  lie 

Both  soft  and  dry ; 
Where  thou,  my  chamber  for  to  ward, 

Hast  set  a  guard 
Of  harmless  thoughts,  to  watch  and  keep 

Me,  while  I  sleep. 
All  these,  and  better,  thou  dost  send 

Me  to  this  end,  — 
That  I  shall  render,  for  my  part, 

A  thankful  heart. 

—  Hbrrick. 


66 


The  man  of  life  upright, 

Whose  guiltless  heart  is  free 

From  all  dishonest  deeds, 
Or  thoughts  of  vanity ; 

The  man  whose  silent  days 
In  harmless  joys  are  spent, 

Whom  hopes  cannot  delude, 
Nor  sorrow  discontent ;  — 

That  man  needs  neither  towers 

Nor  armor  for  defence, 
Nor  secret  vaults  to  fly 

From  thunder's  violence. 

—  Campion. 


68 


DIOGENES   JN    SEARCH    OF    AN    HONEST    MAN. 


Sceptre  and  crown 

Must  tumble  down, 
And  in  the  dust  be  equal  made 
With  the  poor  crooked  scythe  and  spade. 

Only  the  actions  of  the  just 

Smell  sweet,  and  blossom  in  their  dust. 

—  Shirley. 


60 


fRlNCE    BALTHASAK. 


Velasques- 


FEBEUARY 
(Old  Masters,   Continued^ 


Youth  is  full  of  pleasance, 

Age  is  full  of  care ; 
Youth  like  summer  morn, 

Age  like  winter  weather. 

—  Shakespeahs. 


64 


PORTRAIT   OF   AN    OLD   WOMAN. 


An  Englishman  came  to  Rubens  for  help.  He 
had  been  a  painter.  But  he  had  given  up  his  art, 
and  was  trying  now  to  change  common  metals  to 
gold.  You  know  in  those  days  people  thought  to 
become  rich  in  this  way. 

The  Englishman  promised  to  divide  half  the 
profits  of  his  experiments  with  Rubens. 

"  You  have  come  twenty  years  too  late,"  said 
Rubens. 

Then  pointing  to  his  palette  and  brushes,  he 
added, — 

'•Everythhig  I  touch  with  these  turns  to  gold." 


PORTRAIT    OF    HIMSELF. 


I  KNOW  a  baby,  such  a  baby, — 
Round  blue  eyes  and  cheeks  of  pink. 
Such  an  elbow  furrowed  with  dimples, 
Such  a  wrist  where  creases  sink  ! 

CUBISTINA    G.    ROSSBTTI. 


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Van  Dfok. 


BABV    STUART. 


There  is  a  garden  in  her  face 

Where  roses  and  white  lilies  blow  ; 

A  heavenly  paradise  in  that  place, 
Wherein  all  pleasant  fruits  do  grow.; 

There  cherries  grow  that  none  may  buy, 
Till  Cherry-Ripe  themselves  do  cry. 


Campion, 


70 


PENELOl'K    BOOTHBY. 


Come  to  me,  0  ye  Children ! 

And  whisper  in  my  ear 

What  the  birds  and  the  winds  are  singing 

In  your  sunny  atmosphere. 

Ye  are  better  than  all  the  ballads 

That  ever  were  sung  or  said ; 

For  ye  are  the  living  poems, 

And  all  the  rest  are  dead. 

—  Hekry  W.  Longfbllow. 


72 


FKEDING    HEK    HIRUS. 


MARCH 
(The  Modern  Masters) 

He  most  lives  who  thinks  most,  feels  the  noblest, 
acts  the  best. 

—  Bailev. 


Poor  dog !  he  was  faithful  and  kind,  to  be  sure, 
And  he  constantly  loved  me  although  I  was  poor ; 
"When   the   sour-looking   folk   sent   me    heartless 

away, 
I  had  always  a  friend  in  my  poor  dog  Tray. 

—  Campbell. 


?e 


She  walks  in  beauty  like  the  night 

Of  cloudless  climes  and  starry  skies ; 
And  all  that's  best  of  dark  and  bright 

Meet  in  her  aspect  and  her  eyes : 
Thus  mellowed  to  that  tender  light 

Which  heaven  to  gaudy  day  denies. 
And  on  that  cheek,  and  o'er  that  brow, 

So  soft,  so  calm,  yet  eloquent. 
The  smiles  that  win,  the  tints  that  glow, 

But  tell  of  days  in  goodness  spent, 
A  mind  at  peace  with  all  below, 

A  heart  whose  love  is  innocent. 

—  Byron. 


78 


QLEEN    LOUISB. 


I  HEARD  a  thousand  blended  notes 
While  in  a  grove  I  sate  reclined, 

In  that  sweet  mood  when  pleasant  thoughts 
Bring  sad  thoughts  to  the  mind. 

—  Wordsworth. 


80 


A   BOY'S   SONG 

Where  the  pools  are  bright  and  deep, 
Where  the  gray  trout  lies  asleep, 
Up  the  river  and  over  the  lea. 
That's  the  way  for  Billy  and  me. 

Where  the  blackbird  sings  the  latest. 
Where  the  hawthorn  blooms  the  sweetest, 
Where  the  nestlings  chirp  and  flee, 
That's  the  way  for  Billy  and  me. 

Where  the  mowers  mow  the  cleanest, 
Where  the  hay  lies  thick  and  greenest. 
There  to  trace  the  homeward  bee,     ' 
That's  the  way  for  Billy  and  me. 

Where  the  hazel  bank  is  steepest, 
When  the  shadow  falls  the  deepest, 
Where  the  clustering  nuts  fall  free. 
That's  the  way  for  Billy  and  me. 

— James  Hogg. 


82 


THE    MEETING. 


"You  have  a  son,  I  believe?"  said  Mr.  Dombey. 

"  Four  on  'em,  sir.  Four  hims  and  a  her.  All 
alive." 

"  Why,  it's  as  much  as  you  can  afford  to  keep 
them!  "  said  Mr.  Dombey. 

"  I  couldn't  hardly  afford  but  one  thing  in  the 
world  less,  sir." 

"What  is  that?" 

"  To  lose  'era,  sir." 

—  Dickens. 


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APEIL 

(Natuee) 


The  year's  at  the  spring, 
And  day's  at  the  morn  ; 
Morning's  at  seven ; 
The  hill-side's  dew  pearled  ; 
The  lark's  on  the  wing ; 
The  snail's  at  the  thorn  ; 
God's  in  His  heaven  — 
All's  right  with  the  world ! 


Bkowxisg. 


SPRING 

Spring  is  coming ! 

Spring  is  coming ! 

Birds  are  chirping, 

Insects  humming, 

Flowers  are  peeping 

From  their  sleeping, 

Streams  escaped 

From  winter's  keeping, 

In  delighted  freedom  rushing 

Dance  along  in  music  gushing. 

All  is  beauty, 

All  is  mirth, 

All  is  glory  upon  earth  — 

Shout  we  then  with  Nature's  voice, — 

Welcome  Spring ! 

Rejoice !  Rejoice ! 

—  James  Nack. 


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Spring  is  coming !     Come,  my  brother, 
Let  us  rove  with  one  another 
To  our  well-remembered  wild  wood, 
Flourishing  in  nature's  childhood, 
Where  a  thousand  flowers  are  springing 
And  a  thousand  birds  are  singing ; 
Where  the  golden  sunbeams  quiver 
On  the  verdure-bordered  river  — 
Let  our  youth  of  feeling  out 
To  the  youth  of  Nature  shout, 
While  the  waves  repeat  our  voice  — 
Welcome,  Spring ! 
Rejoice !  Rejoice ! 

—  Jamks  Nack. 


Art  thou  poor,  yet  hast  thou  golden  sliunbers ! 

0  sweet  content ! 
Art  thou  rich,  yet  is  thy  mind  perplexed  ? 

0  punishment ! 
Dost  thou  laugh  to  see  how  fools  are  vexed 
To  add  to  golden  numbers,  golden  numbers  ? 

0  sweet  content,  0  sweet  content ! 
"Work  apace,  apace,  apace,  apace, 
Honest  labor  bears  a  lovely  face ; 
Then  hey  nonny,  nonny ;  hey  nonny,  nonny. 

—  Dekker. 


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FEEDING   THE    HENS. 


UNDER  THE   GREENWOOD  TREE 

Under  the  greenwood  tree, 

Who  loves  to  lie  with  me, 

And  turn  his  merry  note 

Unto  the  sweet  bird's  throat, 

Come  hither,  come  hither,  come  hither; 

Here  shall  he  see 

No  enemy 
But  winter  and  rough  weather. 

—  SHAKE$iPEARE. 


96 


MAT 

(Nature) 


THE   MILKMAID 

What  a  dainty  life  the  milkmaid  leads, 
When  over  the  flowery  meads 

She  dabbles  in  the  dew 

And  sings  to  her  cow, 

And  feels  not  the  pain 

Of  love  or  disdain  ! 
She  sleeps  in  the  night,  though  she  toils  in 

the  day. 
And  merrily  passes  her  time  away. 

—  Nabbes. 


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Jack  and  Joan,  they  think  no  ill, 
But  loving  live,  and  merry  still ; 
Do  their  week-days'  work,  and  pray 
Devoutly  on  the  holy  day. 

Joan  can  call  by  name  her  cows 
And  deck  her  windows  with  green  boughs ; 
She  can  wreaths  and  tutties  make. 
And  trim  with  plums  a  bridal  cake. 


102 


A    WOMAN    CHLRNING. 


The  pale  purple  even 

Melts  around  thy  flight ; 
Like  a  star  of  heaven 

In  the  broad  daylight 
Thou  art  unseen,  but  yet  I  hear  thy  shrill  delight. 

SUELLET. 


104 


THE    SONG    OF   THE    LAKK. 


Look  up,  not  down  ; 
Look  forward,  and  not  backward ; 
Look  out,  and  not  in  j 
And 

Lend 
A 

Hand. 

Small  service  is  true  service  while  it  lasts. 
Of   humblest   friends,  bright   creature,  scorn 

not  one. 
The  daisy,  by  the  shadow  that  it  casts, 
Protects  the  lingering  dewdrops  from  the  sun. 

WOKUSWOKTU. 


106 


ALL  THINGS   BRIGHT  AND   BEAUTIFUL 

All  things  bright  and  beautiful, 
All  creatures  great  and  small, 

All  things  wise  and  wonderful,  — 
The  Lord  God  made  them  all. 

Each  little  flower  that  opens. 
Each  little  bird  that  sings,  — 

He  made  their  glowing  colors, 
He  made  their  tiny  wings. 

The  purple-headed  mountain, 

The  river  running  by, 
The  morning,  and  the  sunset 

That  lighteth  up  the  sky. 

The  tall  trees  in  the  greenwood, 
The  pleasant  summer  sun. 

The  ripe  fruits  in  the  garden,  — 
He  made  them  every  one. 

He  gave  us  eyes  to  see  them, 
And  lips  that  we  might  tell 

How  great  is  God  Almighty, 
Who  has  made  all  things  well. 

—  Keble. 
108 


(In  Foreign  Lands) 


God  is  great, 
And  God  is  just : 

He  knoweth  the  hearts 
Of  the  children  of  dust  — 
He  is  the  Helper ;  in  Him  I  trust. 

—  Bayard  Taylor. 


112 


ARAB    AT    PRAYER. 


As  I  ride,  as  I  ride 

To  our  Chief  and  his  allied, 

Who  dares  chide  my  heart's  pride 

As  I  ride,  as  I  ride  ? 

Or  are  witnesses  denied  — 

Through  the  desert  waste  and  wide 

Do  I  glide  unespied 

As  I  ride,  as  I  ride  ? 

As  I  ride,  as  I  ride, 

Ne'er  has  spur  my  swift  horse  plied. 

Yet  his  hide,  streaked  and  pied. 

As  I  ride,  as  I  ride, 

Shows  where  sweat  has  sprung  and  dried. 

How  has  vied  stride  with  stride, 

As  I  ride,  as  I  ride. 

—  Browning. 


114 


A    KABYL. 


A  JAPANESE   POEM   ON   SPRING 

Amid  the  branches 
Of  the  silvery  bowers 
The  nightingale  doth  sing; 
Perchance  he  knows 
That  spring  hath  come, 
And  takes  the  later  snows 
For  the  white  petals 
Of  the  plum's  sweet  flowers. 


—  SOSEI. 


116 


IN    THE    UYENO    PAR  a 


But  the  city,  oh  the  city !  —  the  square  with  the 
houses !     Wh}^  ? 

They  are  stone-faced,  white  as  a  curd,  there's  some- 
thing to  take  the  eye ! 

Houses  in  four  straight  Hnes,  not  a  single  fence 
awry; 

You  watch  who  crosses  and  gossips,  who  saunters, 
who  hurries  by ; 

Green  blinds,  as  a  matter  of  course,  to  draw  when 
the  sun  gets  high  ; 

And  the  shop  with  fanciful  signs,  which  are  painted 
properly. 

—  Browning. 


118 


A    STREET    SCENE. 


The  boys  run  dabbling  through  thick  and  thin ; 
One  tears  his  hose,  another  breaks  his  shin  ; 
This,  torn  and  tatter'd,  hath  with  much  ado 
Got  by  the  briers ;  and  that  hath  lost  his  shoe  ; 
This  drops  his  hand  ;  that  headlong  falls  for  haste  ; 
Another  cries  behind  for  being  last. 

—  BlfOWNE. 


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